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Following on from Pride is ‘Envy the Sin’ in the Sin series. Medium: Indian ink and gray wash.
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The Snake River Gorge has this beautiful waterfall and the rainbow stood out in this view of it.
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48”x72” acrylic on canvas $2000.00
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Based on a line Otto said in an episode of The Simpsons. I think it was “A Streetcar Named Marge”, when all the stanley’s have to take off their shirts and when Llewellyn sees Otto’s chest Tattoo, Otto says “Note the snake wrapped around the naked chick.”. / It always stuck with me as a cool image.
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oil on canvas / 2007
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Water splashed up at the boys legs, and as they continued their big push, the sky flashed it’s fury and roared with disapproval. While Jim’s body took flight of its own accord, his mind was frantic with disparate thoughts : “Oh God , if i make it out of here I promise I’ll be good and never forget to say my prayers., Oh I’m so glad I didn’t listen to Tom and wore these boots instead of those silly slippers.,Oh I wonder what could have happened to poor old Patch inside that awful place..Oh what will mother say? ” The reality at that moment however, wasn’t Mother’s wrath or even Father’s strap but a very desperate need for he and his brother to move quickly. The ear piercing shrieks coming from the house were growing louder and a terror induced surge of energy forced the young lad to run like never before, until suddenly he felt a sharp tug, followed by the sound of tearing cloth and an equally sharp stinging across his right thigh. ” T-o-m! T-o-o-m.. I’m hurt.. quickly..” Jim called ahead to the older boy, simultaneously wincing and writhing in the sodden grass, ” Tom hurry..! She’s coming.. she’s coming I tell you!” Reluctantly, Tom gave up the ground he had gained and came to his brother’s aid by beginning to untangle the barbed wire caught up in the wounded boys nightshirt. ” Bloody fool!” seethed Tom, his own heart pounding as the shrieks became louder still. ” It’s not my fault.” sobbed Jim, ” I never wanted to come on this stupid caper in the first place.. I know you only asked me because Fatty Fanshawe can’t run..” ” Never mind about that now.” said Tom as he detached the last threads of the fabric from the last of the rusty spikes. ” On your feet soldier, we have to get to the street before the lamps are put out.. now hurry!” ” Wait..” said Jim as he was pulled to his feet, ” Its stopped.” And for a moment all that could be heard was the sound of the rain hitting hard against the ground..until… ” What’s that?” Tom said looking back in the direction of the path they had taken only seconds before. In horror and disbelief they both stared as they saw the long grass begin to part as though a hellish wind were cutting a path for the Devil himself. Then came the sounds of short, sharp, sickening inhalations of breath interspersed with noxious spitting and the most cruelly vindictive hissing…
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Experimenting with light. Look closely and you may make out his spine.
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In the eighties they were the the coolest of the cool. Littering the shelves of toy stores across the country, they were what every kid wanted and every parent was forced to buy. Now though, they are dead. Dead and angry and replaced by newer, more pose-able models. Dead and angry and wanting revenge. They may be five inches tall, but they’re five inches of blood thirsty evil and they’ll bite a big meaty hunk out of neck.
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As is from the camera, Fuji finepix s8000fd (point shoot and prey) / This is of a Tasmanian Tiger snake Notechis scutatus / Date uploaded 05 07 2008 / 0Sales 109Comments / 13 peopleFavorited by 3400Views THIS PHOTO JUST WON FIRST PRIZE IN THE NRM PHOTO COMPETITION WHHOOO HOOOOO
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Fancied a little bit of fantasy and lots of practice painting hair.
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/ Polkadot Snake by Matt Mawson / Matt created the above vector version of my photo today from the goodness of his heart – I am deeply moved Matt, thank you Hello everyone, I rave on a lot about my dad, coz really he is some kind of hero to me. This is me when i was little with my dad handling a snake in the backyard in the very western town of Tottenham…(or as i used to call it Totnamham) it is actually pronounced …. Tot – Nam, NSW, where my dad was the only police officer in town, what they call a one-man station. He was ever encouraging me to ‘touch’ the wildlife and not be afraid….. after growing up in the mountains of Katoomba and being introduced to rockpools and snorkelling at a young age while on a holiday, my dad’s love for nature grew and grew and grew. That early encouragement to ‘touch’ things could explain why at age 10 i got my thumb stuck in a giant clam on Keswick Island, a then uninhabited island in the Whitsunday Group, and perhaps that’s why he and i both touched the leaves on the Qld Stinging Tree and really regretted it…. yes, looking back, perhaps that explains a lot of things :) I am much more at home with animals than people….give me a cat to cuddle and I’m much more me….. although…i do love snakes….. i much prefer lizards, they are my favourite reptile..after that comes the turtle. I am very partial to baby chicks as we raised a lot of them by hand when i was young….i also hand raised 3 baby mice who’s mother had died of heatstroke because the garage where we kept them got so hot in the summer…the little black and white one died, and it broke my heart….i had a special burial ceremony for him and never forgave myself, because i killed him with kindness by overfeeding the delicate little sweetheart…and he was my favourite. The baby mice were only about 1cm long….and about 7 others all died before i could revive them.. I fed them milk through a tiny rubber flange by sticking a needle through the end of it to create a teet and pinching the other end between my fingers.. We had many unusual pets growing up, including a blue ringed octopus, crabs, lion fish, a baby crocodile, a cockatoo, quails, parrots, snakes, baby foxes, turkeys and little baby chicks which i remember had hardly any feathers, looked a bit like they’d been skinned and we would feed them until their ‘craw’s were really full and poking out…..then we knew each one had had their fill. The one thing i love more than most other things, are baby lizards. This love apparently comes from the time I saw lizards born live. If only I could remember, but I have to rely on my parents retell. Shingleback lizards bear their young live…and i was lucky to witness the miracle once…..screaming ‘Born lizards, born lizards’!! It was not unusual for us to have octopi crawling around the back yard and lobsters too…..i used to so enjoy listening to their crackly noises from yabbies we caught in the dam in the buckets of water…and watching the little fishies dad would catch for the fish tanks…swimming round n round in the little yellow bucket. Our home was a haven for crab casings, beautiful exotic shells, wahoo and marlin heads mounted on timber…and every specimen under heaven that dad could inject with formalin to preserve in some way…there were fishing nets hung from the ceilings with all manner of things stuck up there, including the glass buoys i so love and starfish, and all manner of spider and spanner crabs…etc..etc… On yet another occasion, i scrubbed the baby turkey chics and almost killed them all, in an effort to clean off their specks…..perhaps that’s when the OCD first began (lol) I’ve been very reminiscent about the past lately, mainly because it seems the more i share my stories, it appears i had rather an unusual upbringing.. I always thought that everyone was brought up this way…. No need for you to comment on the image above, because it is just something i’d like to buy for myself as a card to give to my dad, to show him my appreciation for all the stuff he introduced me to as a child, for all the adventures we had…... ....just reminiscing :) ps… if dad caught a marlin today, he would simply release it, he no longer has the desire to kill beautiful creatures. I’ll never forget the day we caught a beautiful jewelled Dolphin Fish…it was almost as tall as myself..and as I lifted it from the ocean with all my might, it seemed to me to be a treasure chest of glittering rubies, diamonds, sapphires and emeralds..then his glorious colours faded once I’d hauled him into the boat… they fade before you can even take a photo… but there has been nothing like this in brilliance that I’ve ever seen out to sea before… other things were amazing, but nothing this gorgeous… we ate him for dinner that night, and i always regret not giving him back to his ocean home and leaving him be :(
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Snake
by coppertreesDone in photoshop and GIMP
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Oil on Canvas / 12×12 inches / Particularly intrigued with the conflicting image of woman portrayed throughout art history as both Eve and Mary, (seductress and angel) and the multiple ubiquitous symbols women represent: mother, earth, nature and humanity; these images are interwoven throughout my visual palette.
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Wild!
by Rose MoxonMany thanks to Rita, who encouraged me to finish this when I probably would have given up and started on something different!!
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12×18 pastel on Wallis sanded paper (Belgian mist) There is just something about a woman with a snake wrapped around her! It is such a strong symbol of the kundalini energy and the sacred feminine. I have always been drawn to the ancient snake priestesses. The very first tattoo I had to have at 18 is of a woman with a snake wrapped around her. Working on this was almost liking working on a portrait of myself from a past lifetime(why couldn’t I have gotten that body in this one ;).....
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Dryads
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TAPHEAD (2004) by Rolf Knudsen. / Spending time in isolation produces work such as this. / Ink on yellow paper.21×29cm.$250.
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/ thousands die at noon / sometimes the bodies / can not bee seen / consumed by the first sin / slithering in / casting stones at others / is always the first / the rest / lay waiting for the zenith / of sunspots to burn Frivolity and Passion / / Frivolity and Passion / fused even / Dancing queen in pink / frivolious to the end / passion sings in pure wink / a steay flow of romance / lending each other hand in hand, / a way to fly to the story / that ends in a union fit for life / unseen and unheard of / but created none the less / the roots are deeper than you think
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a bodypaint, done by the great petra tronser! you should never see medusa’s eyes, but through a lens or a picture it seems to be okay.
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Medusa Available as an art print, card, canvas, mounted print and poster. / Image copyright © 2009 Shanina Conway. / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited Medusa (Medousa) in Greek Mythology was a beautiful young woman who possessed a beautiful mane of hair, she was celebrated for her beauty and rivaled Athena. While worshipping in the temple of Athena she was raped by Neptune. Athena was outraged and punished Medusa by turning her magnificent hair into snakes and giving her the power to any man into stone who gazed upon her…..it’s a fascinating tale. /
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